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Twisted Insane
Twisted Insane
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
Songwriter

Texty

Really ain't nobody raised me, shit...
I was on the corner running with the killer's millimetre by the backside
Always had a bottle on me and it never really took away the pain
Blood I gotta bang **** always hanging to the floor and I ain't ever had no bike ride, flashlight
All up on a **** face when they pull me over, in my G-ride what it be like, it's a green light and I'm sober
But you pull me out the whip man you wanna go blam bam like a soldier
And walk around with the mask on like it's 31st, October
Every day I think about a suicidal home and maybe get to hoppin'
I will never stop, i said i kill em all
And I b-ring the venom of a spitting cobra
I could be up in a comet on my death bed
Rockin' with Obama, sleepin' really get to chewin' **** like some Oprah
Its over
Everybody is a vulture
I could throw a fit and show but i'm sick of fightin'
I was ridin' so take my life
Fans always at me sayin' yeah thank you for savin' but it's you who saved my life
... Shoot em with the seller
Shoot em with the buyer
Shoot em with a liar
Put em in a fire
Get em with the iron
Sending em with the siren
What more do you want from me?
Shouldn't be real
Put em on a timer
Hit em with their sliders
Put em with the spiders
Stick something in his tire
What more do you want from me?...
Written by: Michael Johnson
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